What politics from both sides wants to teach us is that things are never complex. If you have your little package and something doesn't fit into that package, You don't know what to make of it so you want to dismiss it or then you will have to do the work of reconsidering your assumptions. - Michael Malice

Is Isabelle Adjani gorgeous or what?! She also won Best Actress at the 1981 Cannes Film Festival for Possession - 1981 and she was awarded that highly coveted prize for disturbingly portraying a demented homicidal psychopath, while having a bizarre nervous breakdown, who also enjoys having sex with demons, as well as her horrifying alien baby miscarriage scene posted above...

A really beautiful, dark-haired and sexy lady started
talking to me and asking me personal questions last
Sunday in the smoking lounge where I was quietly
enjoying a good cup of coffee and a cigarette.
Hell no.
As politely as I could, I just said:
"Look, pretty lady - I just need to shut the f**k up",
and left. No more demon aliens, please.

Feels like it'll be years, before I take my pants off
in anyone's bloody presence but my jolly own again.

People pretending to love me...but they just want
to feed their egos and shit and piss on all that most
fragile and tender stuff I show them. They respect me
and find me interesting - until they bed me. Then the
mere fact that they got me seduced seems to make me a
foul villain and a dick-brain.

I'll never ever understand women.
Not in a gazillion years.
But hell, yeah - I'm strange, too.
Just can't be angry at anyone.
Not interested in dishing out personal criticism at all.

A really beautiful, dark-haired and sexy lady started
talking to me and asking me personal questions last
Sunday in the smoking lounge where I was quietly
enjoying a good cup of coffee and a cigarette.
Hell no.
As politely as I could, I just said:
"Look, pretty lady - I just need to shut the f**k up",
and left. No more demon aliens, please.

Feels like it'll be years, before I take my pants off
in anyone's bloody presence but my jolly own again.

People pretending to love me...but they just want
to feed their egos and shït and piss on all that most
fragile and tender stuff I show them. They respect me
and find me interesting - until they bed me. Then the
mere fact that they got me seduced seems to make me a
foul villain and a dick-brain.

I'll never ever understand women.
Not in a gazillion years.
But hell, yeah - I'm strange, too.
Just can't be angry at anyone.
Not interested in dishing out personal criticism at all.